American nightmare

Colonial crops
are aplenty in sports
thus I felt
as they invited me
to 'cricket'.
Venturing an American
to the bloody English game,

Sulkily I stood
In the 'silly point'
Rather made to stand
by the captain
The game began with expectations and allure
the Kookaburra betrayed me suddenly
as if possessed by the infernal serpent
Alowing an overflow of swooned words-
"O Captain! My Captain!
What have you done"

The latter hours
were visions of blood and gore
Oil fields, suicide-bombers
GI’s in the Orient galore
Pivotal American nightmare
re-visited
burying
cricketing allure.